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In Delaware they now have head lights, and tail lights but no turn signals. Also about a week ago I am outside with my dog. I hear what sounds like a teenager with his system on blast. This went on for way longer then it would for a car to pass so I walk out front to see where the noise is coming from. And boom. Two amish kids cruzing down the road in a buggy bumping the shit out of WuTang.

man I have no clue. Shit just rolled by banging the Wu. My mind was to blown to even react. Like wtf was that. I wish they would role by. I would love a video of that shit. Also I seen what appeared to be a fucking 16th century carriage being pulled by 4 horses. My buddy said it most have been the limo for an amish wedding.

I had my hand on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter in the grocery store. I stupidly kept it there, until my hand was jammed under the edge. Dad had to pull my hand out cause I was stuck, and it permanently smushed my skin together into a ridge. Technically I guess it's not really a scar, because it never actually cut through the skin, but it's ruined all hopes I ever had of being a hand model. Oh well.

When I was around 6 or 7 a teenage neighbor girl thought it would be hilarious to force me to drink some sort of cleaning solution. I managed to keep from swallowing it but it foamed in my mouth and it dripped down my chin as I wiped at it with the back of my left hand. Whatever it was killed the pigment in places on my hand and chin. Later in high school when I could grow facial hair, the hair grew in pure white where the pigment on my chin had been bleached. It was pretty traumatic at the time but it's left me with this white streak that everyone seems to think is cool as shit so it's worked out alright for me. Edit:A little more detail on what happened. She invited me into her house and offered me a drink from a bottle that clearly did not look like something you would drink anything tasty out of. She assured me it was good, everyone had tried it. I refused so she grabbed me and forced the bottle in my mouth, then laughed at my reaction. Everything is pretty hazy after that but I don't think she ever got into any serious trouble for it, cant remember why exacty. Edit2: Here's what it looks likeEdit3 Wow I didn't expect this many replies! Thanks for all the complements and kind words reddit. :)

If it foamed, probably Hydrogen Peroxide (6% like you get in a chemist). I used a 1% solution as a mouthwash after dental surgery threatened to get infected, and that foamed a decent bit, and left mild, weird sensations.

Ammonia vapours would have given you at least a nosebleed, and bleach is often too thick to mistake, and fairly distinctive.

My wife informed me that a hot pad had fallen behind our stove (we have them hanging on the wall from nails above the stove). She said that there might be several back there from the four years we'd lived at the house. So I opened the drawer beneath the stove that we store the pans in as far as it would go and stuck my arm back there. I was at a horribly awkward angle but manage to snag a hot pad. Then I tried to pull my arm out to discover that because of the odd angle I was stuck. I eventually wiggle free and my arm hurt something fierce. I decided to see if there was a way to detach the drawer. Upon getting that out I easily retrieved the other hot pads and put everything back together. Only at that point do I look down and discover a huge skin tear where my arm was caught on the drawer. Luckily my wife is a nurse and she patched me all up, but the damage was enough to give me a scar. This all happened on the ten year anniversary of our first date. I'm the king of romance.

I had just arrived for college orientation and was very excited to start fresh meet new people, etc. So we went through our day activities, meeting small groups of people at a time, playing games, touring the campus, you know usual college freshmen business. Anyway to keep us from going out at night time for the first night, the school planned for the groups to go to a legit gymnasium (one that an olympic gymnast would use). So there of course were giant trampolines, and you better believe I was going to go on them. So I'm a pretty large guy (6'7, 200) so when I saw people doing flips and the like, I knew I was way too fuckin awkward physically to handle it. So i went on thinking "just don't get hurt and bounce". I start to bounce until I am getting more and more air. When I got nearly up to 10 feet of air, I lost control and started freefalling down. Keep in mind the rest of my orientation group is surrounding the trampoline watching this entire ordeal. I then land. not on either trampoline, but rather my shin strikes the middle of the two metal frames holding the trampolines together. I quickly got up and shrugged it off, laughing about it, not wanting anyone to think I was a pussy. My leg stung but I thought it was just a bruise. Then I saw the looks on their faces. Just shock. I looked down and there was half of my shin bone exposed, fresh and white. Needless to say I hobbled on out of there and got bandaged up. Yep, nice to meet all of you too. COLLEGE WOO

tl:dr you only get one first impression

edit: typos

EDIT2: some people say bogus, so clarification. first yes I am only 200 pounds, im decently skinny. second, the bone was exposed, not sticking out of my leg. essentially it was like someone just ripped off a decent sized strip of skin from the front of my shin. no i did not go to the hospital or get stitches. I got it ACE-bandaged and then proceeded to go out and get very drunk, hence why it was still bleeding four hours later and i had to take an hour long cold shower at 3 in the morning. my orientation roommate thought i was insane.

all the skin was ripped off and it was the front of my shin, so not too much blood flow there. It eventually bled but took a couple minutes, and then didn't stop until about 4 hours later when I took a cold shower.

It was the 90s and I was at the club with a bunch of friends. The Bobby Brown song "Dont Be Cruel" starts playing and we all head onto the dance floor to jam to the Kasey Kasem top 10 hit. We're all dancing in a semi circle and it gets to the part of the song that goes, "I know, oh, I know, don't be cruel" and before Bobby gets done singing the word cruel, I drop like a sack of rocks. My legs had buckled and landed on my ass on the dance floor. I had no idea what happened.

When I tried to stand up I felt a snap in my knee. My friends helped me limp off the dance floor. I was so embarassed. The next morning, my knee had swelled up to the size of a cantalope and I was in tremendous pain. My parents were out of town so my grandma took me to the doctor. He said my knee popped out of place while dancing and standing up popped it back into place. The doc drained buckets of fluid from me knee and sent me to xray. The xray showed bone chips and i was scheduled for surgery.

My surgery was 3 days before Christmas and half the surgical staff wore festive clothes. Scrubs with snowmen print, santa hats, and the person who administered the IV wore reindeer antlers. The removed the bone fragments in my knee via arthroscopy. I now have 4 small round scars around my kneecap.

Tl;dr - Knee popped out of place while dancing to Bobby Brown's hit "Don't Be Cruel."

EDIT: It was when I was about seven, two friends and I were maniacally hammering on the levers behind each hippo. I was determined and bashing my hippo with a clenched fist [Giggity] until they gave up, let go at the same time and the board flipped over towards me. I was grazed above the eyebrow by my opponents trigger.

Just had a cartoon image of you riding a motorcycle through three brick walls, hitting a bicycle, flying off the motorbike, bouncing off a rock with a knife sticking out of it, into a tree, then falling down the tree hitting three punchbags placed in the tree on the way, then landing on the floor.

However there's one on the side of my wrist I've had since I can remember. Both of my parents blame the other but neither will tell me what happened. I get the feeling I may have had brothers and sisters who didn't make it.

When my son was cut from my wife via C-section, i went to snip the umbilical cord and count his fingers and toes... and i turned around as they fluffed my wife's flesh like a duvet. I've seen more of the inside of my wife in that moment than most will see of any person in their life.

The best part is when, at the end, the doctor literally pulled my wife's uterus and bladder out of the cavity and just sat them on the side while he sewed up the cut uterus. After that he stuffed everything back inside, checked out my wife's kidneys just cause it was convenient, and stitched her back up. At that point I remembered that I was now a father, and I walked over to the baby tray to check him out.

A more, slightly graphic, description of a friend's dad describing his wife's C-section.

"I thought they would just cut her open and pop him out. Nope. They cut her open, unpacked her entire reproductive system and placed it on her stomach, pulled him out, let her hold him, all with her uterus just plopped out on her stomach. Then after, they repacked the whole package and job done."

When I was 4 I was walking across swings, an older girl jumped off leaving the swing going back and forth. In Spain, these swings were metal. The corner of the swing hit me straight in the temple, leaving me a scar across the top right of my eye.

My mom was arrested while I was I surgery because the doc did not sedate me (it was a small town clinic, my mother is Colombian, was raised in NYC, this to her cemented that she had moved to the boondocks) and I was screaming while he stitched etc, my mom ran in and punched the nurse in the face.

The scar is pretty badass, I dig it. And when I came to states I had to list it on my visa, and once I became a citizen they also took a picture of it to keep it on file.

It's not as noticeable as it used to be since I've gotten older. And now people don't usually ask how I got it, but in HS and college I would keep a recurring joke that I had take a bat to the face, or someone tried to razor me while on the train etc. Just for fun.

My mother also likes to say that I could have lost an eye twice that day, had she not knocked out the nurse and showed the doc she meant business. Aw mom.

EDIT 1: Because people are cursing out my mom, here is why the nurse got punched, I copied and pasted from a reply I had already wrote. -> The doctor didn't even look at my wound he just starting stitching without cleaning anything, putting a numbing agent or asking my mother if I was allergic to anything. This was a small town in the middle of nowhere in Catalonia and he was an asshole. The nurse was berating my mother because she was asking these questions. When she didn't answer her in Spanish but in Catalan she cursed her out assuming that she would not understand. That's why she got knocked the fuck out. This was almost 30 years ago. Some doctors need cops in the ER and sometimes a doctor needs a punch in the face.

I tripped and fell running home with WOTLK the day it came out, because I was so freaking excited to play it. I slid on the ground about a foot when I hit the concrete, so my face got fucked up pretty bad. I got up, limped home, told everyone I tripped (no one believed me) clean my cuts, and played for 5 hours straight. It was a painful and awkward week telling people at school that I tripped and didn't get into some gang fight, especially with every teacher trying to help me with my "violence problem".

Edit : It was a hot one. Yes it cools down pretty quickly. Although once it was cool enough, I tried to remove the glue from my forearm. ALL the skin and deeper layers was removed underneath the glue, leaving a blank burned flesh and a pretty scar that I celebrate the 15th anniversary this year.

I have scars that look like self harm up and down my arms, and everyone assumes I have serious issues. The truth about it though is I am a baker and they are burn lines from the edge of the baking trays. People I do not need your sympathy or concern about my mental health, I need a good burn cream.